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jams the flava child - flight 2 japan lyrics

[chorus: jams the flava child]
flight to j+pan
flight to j+pan
she talkin’ bout the club
i’m thinkin’ ’bout flights to j+pan (uh, look)

[verse 1: jams the flava child]
i just wanna see the world through the eyes of music (that’s all i want)
purple clouds in the rearview of the sp+ceship
everybody talk a lot, gotta prove it
like to keep it simple, nothin’ ’bout me basic
at the comic spot, lookin’ at the new drops (new drops)
pulled up to the jeweler plottin’ on my new watch (new watch)
only thing stoppin’ me, myself and the cops
wasn’t born like this, used to doubt myself a lot
upgrade, upgrade the mentality (watch this)
watch the lames get mad at me
imaginе me, caring what you think, that’d be a tragedy
luggagе shoppin’ catchin’ flights out the country
eternally grateful and hungry (hungry, yeah)
my passport getting colorful (stamped up)
pink blossom, j+panese garden, it’s beautiful
one of one, a little bit unusual (jams)
[chorus: jams the flava child]
flight to j+pan (flight to j+pan)
flight to j+pan (ayy, ayy)
she talkin’ bout the club (talkin’ ’bout the club)
i’m thinkin’ ’bout flights to j+pan

[verse 2: jams the flava child]
it’s two types of people, those who live and those don’t
lost my way (way), never lost hope (hope)
sacrifice heavy (heavy), my life in these flows
flight attendant askin’ “want the towel hot or cold?” (i’ll take it hot)
extra stoned on this eighteen+hour flight
long way home cruisin’ under neon lights
early mornings dreamin’ ’bout them tokyo nights
hard work, discipline, never buy the hype (uh)
build my own world, not concerned bout y’all (not at all)
nothin’ personal, barely answering calls (nothin’ personal)
time expensive, my circle got small
who would really catch me if i fall?

[chorus: jams the flava child & polyester the saint]
flight to j+pan (flight to j+pan)
flight to j+pan (ayy, ayy)
she talkin’ bout the club (talkin’ ’bout the club)
i’m thinkin’ ’bout flights to j+pan (ayy, ayy)
[verse 3: polyester the saint]
woke up in the mornin’ and i’m feelin’ real groovy
i heard the homie 2+tight say he wanna book me
somethin’ like tookie, bailin’ out the west (west)
look the other way, i ain’t the one you wanna test (ayy)
step up tight and you will get stretched (streched)
money on the phone, h+llo, finesse
who you know better double up and get a check?
who you know better stayin’ fly, not impressed?
with these busters, these jokers, these all+out lames
i can never vibe with ’em, we are not the same
everybody talk a lot (shh), gotta prove it
i love to keep it pimpin’ and everything player
homie, get your weight up, i’m all in shibuya (‘buya)
knock+knock, me and the homies comin’ through, yeah (comin’ through, yeah)
low lows, three+wheel movin’ (movin’)
with my folks overseas goin’ stupid (p)

[chorus: jams the flava child & polyester the saint]
flight to j+pan (ayy) (flight to j+pan)
flight to j+pan (ayy, ayy)
she talkin’ bout the club (to the club?)
i’m thinkin’ ’bout flights to j+pan (ayy, ayy)
flight to j+pan (uh+huh)
flight to j+pan (ayy, uh)
she talkin’ bout the club (to the club?)
i’m thinkin’ ’bout flights to j+pan (ayy)

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